When Morgan woke up, he felt only confusion in front of his eyes, barely certain that he was lying in the center of a room he had never seen before, on a soft and comfortable large bed. The white patterned sheets felt very comfortable, but the feather-filled pillow made his shoulders a bit uncomfortable.
"Thousands of stones! Where is this?" The dwarf sat up abruptly, but the bed surface quickly sank due to his weight, tossing him back to the middle of the pillow.
"Attention: The Morgan Dwarf is now inside the All-Knowing Tower. Norton congratulates you on waking up." A flying sphere brought over a large glass of milk, placing it on the black carved wooden nightstand. "Have a drink and recover your health quickly!"
The dwarf tumbled out of bed. He glanced at the glass, mockingly irritated, and said, "Milk? That's for babies and sissies! I want liquor! You know, the kind that makes my blood co alive again!"
"Attention: Norton cannot give the dwarf liquor, by direct order of Lady Zilvra." The tallic sphere spread its eight tentacles flat in a gesture of helplessness: "Additionally, the dwarf needs to co with quickly; your king is about to hold an important eting."
At this ti, it had been three years since Lynch mysteriously disappeared from the cave, and significant changes had occurred on the Anriel Continent. War was spreading everywhere, and civilians hardly dared to step outside. It was said that many terrifying beasts, so even unheard of in legend, were roaming around. They feasted on human flesh and showed no rcy, deriving joy from slaughter. The horror stories adults used to scare children were now playing out all over the north.
Three years ago, the dwarfs of the Ice Furnace Peak suffered a great calamity, and demons destroyed their holand. The precious ores accumulated by miners over hundreds of years were plundered by the Snake-n. Those scaled creatures occupied the dwarfs' Purple Crystal Cave, carving it into a subterranean passage crossing the highlands. From the cold north, various giant creatures poured in continuously, and there was no longer the natural barrier of the Ridge Mountains. The warm and boundless Pate Plain had now beco the backyard playground of the cold Snake Lizards.
The Dwarf King, out of desperation, accepted Morgan's invitation and moved all his people into the All-Knowing Tower. Although Zilvra didn't particularly like these stubborn, stone-like fellows, their craftsmanship in repairing the buildings here was extrely useful.
With this refuge, the dwarfs could finally calm down and gradually recover from their suffering. Their lost relatives could never be retrieved, and so had even beco food for the Snake Lizards, a fact the dwarfs found most unacceptable. Including Morgan, all the warriors who had witnessed that tragedy couldn't contain their hatred and anger, clamoring for revenge.
Zilvra said nothing; she just stood beside the Dwarf King, clapping gently with a mocking smile. The crisp yet abrupt applause seed out of place at the dwarf gathering, like a sharp thorn stabbing into an already swelling heart. The Dwarf King looked at Zilvra and recalled scenes of Morgan and Lynch earnestly advising him, ultimately suppressing his imdiate urge for retribution.
With the help of the Rock Spirits, the dwarfs established a green garden in the All-Knowing Tower and endeavored to open up a pathway out of the mountain cave. At this ti, unexpected hatred beca the strongest motivation, as Morgan and others vented their grievances during the pick and axe-wielding process. Those massive rocks turned into rubble over repeated strikes, and the passage, originally thought to take a long ti to complete, took just over half a year.
In the cold wind, Norton, relying on the trace of Lynch's ntal imprint left on it, finally steered the All-Knowing Tower slowly away from the high mountain. The biting snowflakes, like rciless blades, tried to block the path of this gigantic entity. However, such moves appeared insignificant before the Elental Power of the tower.
The Dwarf King looked at the Ridge Mountains gradually covered by snow and tears filled his eyes. He stood atop the tower, motionless like a statue, as his heart had been deeply pierced. Besides sorrow, his eyes bore another kind of resolute emotion; and later, when the sadness gradually eased, another emotion lingered for a long ti. Morgan could most deeply understand such feelings, as he would beco uncontrollably angry every ti he heard about the Snake-n. However, Big Beard Morgan would rage most violently, whereas the Dwarf King pondered quietly on plans to reclaim the Crystal Cave. Get full chapters from novel[f]ire
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